The Predatory Pervert
A Poem by TTBoy28
I chatted to be chatting
and I loved where it went
a hundred I was batting
with narry a word being bent
Nothing was obscene
not even strange
Though I did sense a little green
on the verge of pitiful mange
I guess I was caught off guard
okay, it was shock
I thought I was speaking to a bard
instead it was someone holding a glock
All of a sudden one word
or maybe it was two
As my blood began to curd
What was I supposed to do?
It must have been a compliment
that I paid to my guest
Or was it sheer sentiment
for being pathetic, I must confess
If it was the latter
it had to have been in fun
Without Skype, what did it matter
it seemed easy to run
But I don’t remember doing that
I’m not that type of guy
For a girl can wear a baseball hat
and punch a boy in the eye
It’s all about deception
So glad I felt an alert
A true to life inception
Coercion into playing pervert
That was then and it isn’t now
to entertain such wickedness I wonder how
did it come to pass that I would see
how online dating isn’t reality